Mind Palace
By: Happiness
Memories of old times swarm my head.
Nudging at what used to be but now is almost dead.
Time slips away from my hands like money.
But the CHANGE left behind is bitter; nothing like the sweet honey.
All I do is dread its existence
And pose resistance.
While It itself remains monstrous as ever
Feeding on my horrid emotions that end; never.
It makes the innocent lose his innocence
And the vile lose the last bits of his sanity.
Making each a prisoner of his own
Wrapped up head to toe in fear.
It is this fear that surrounds me now
And gives way to my squirming in Light and Sound.
My wake still sports my old facade
While from within I drown in the echoes of my fears.
Every second.
Every minute.
Every hour.
Every day.
But I still lose myself to those silent panic attacks
That grip me and shake me to the point where I get Lost.
Lost to a place of no return.
Where nothing follows me through.
So I am left alone.
Alone with the maze that is my mind
And day after day I find myself further lost.
Lost in the Palace inside my mind.
Where nothing exists.
But the vast plains of my thoughts
That eat me whole.
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Mind Palace
PoetryThis is not a tale. Nor an art. It is what it. Yet felt by all at one point.
